by Jisa Dean
It's not like I go to the club all the time. Recently, I have been going less and less. There are only so many times you can meet up with a partner and walk away feeling like something is missing. I didn't know if I was just sick of the lifestyle or sick of the people playing. Hell, lately I couldn't tell you the last time I jerked off. I was seriously wondering before I came on this hiking trip that I may be having some issues even getting it up. Then I have Meena run into me and it hasn't gone back down.
Maybe I just need to blow one out and I'll feel better. I listen to the sounds of sex coming from the tent across from my own. They are rubbing on each other and moaning like they are enjoying the hell out of each other. Once upon a time that would have been enough to have me hard and ready. Unless I'm thinking about Meena I have nothing. As soon as my mind comes up with her name a tingle runs through the shaft of my dick.
I unzip and reach in to rub my hands against my cock. I try to bring up images of other girls that I've met at the club, at work, cartoon women I would fuck if they were real. And nothing. I hear more grunting just outside my tent and a deep male voice moaning the name Meena and all of a sudden I am up and about to tear someone apart. When I unzip the flap of the tent I don't see innocent Meena on her knees but some blonde chick who's going to town on Leon with him calling her Meena.
"Who’s Meena?" the blonde asks. Leon shoves the girl back on his cock and tells her to shut up. He has his eyes closed and a part of me wants to kill him for even having fantasies about Meena.
I quietly zip my tent back up and go back to my sleeping bag. What the hell is wrong with me? The girl doesn't belong to me, she isn't exclusively mine. She isn't my sub, or my problem after this weekend is over, and I'm acting like an overprotective Daddy dom. Hell, I've had fantasies about her this entire trip so who am I to look down on Leon if he wants to think about her. But as soon as I think it my gut rolls with the wrongness of it and the heat of rage rises up at the thought of Meena sucking anyone else's dick but my own.
I take my dick out once again and run my hand up and down it angrily, imagining her on her knees with that sweet little mouth hanging open ready for me to lay my cock on her tongue. I get hard as a rock with images of her using her tongue to swirl around the head and shaft then wrapping those plump lips around the shaft and sucking me all the way to the back of her throat and beyond. I would give her just enough air to breathe before I run it back down her throat listening to her gag and chock on it until I allow her to come up for air again. If she's a good girl.
I'm breathing heavily and try to push my mind away from the idea of Meena on her knees but all I get inside my head is her on her hands and knees waiting for me to push inside her because she's got me so close with her mouth that I can't wait any longer. I swear I would have my collar on her by the end of the week and my ring on her finger by the end of the month.
My mind understands how fucked up these thoughts are and yet it doesn't stop my dick from pulsing with release and streams of white hot cum flying out of me. If I am going to get any peace at all I need to stay as far as I can away from Meena until I can find someone else to take these fantasies out on. I grab a roll of paper towels and clean up my mess wondering what the difference is between me and Leon. Both of us seemed obsessed over one little virgin that neither one of us can have.
Chapter 4
Meena
I really owe Tray and Jeremy. I didn't have an awful day at all. I enjoyed the hike with Tray and when we found a little pool of fresh clear water on our hike we both agreed that we would have to bring Jeremy back next time. I wasn't even all that shy around Jeremy anymore. Tray told me that he trusted Jeremy implicitly and that he was a good guy. We talked about the past and about my home life with my sister. He ended up telling me that he thought one of them might have a position opening up soon so that I wouldn't have to worry about going back to my sister's again. It was the best news I’ve heard all day.
Late in the day, Tray decided he was going to chop the wood for the fire tonight. It left me and Jeremy alone and when both of us didn't say anything I decided to go back to my tent. If I can sleep before the night comes I can keep vigil a lot better.
When I went in and started moving things around I saw a big rip at the bottom of the tent in the back. I ran my fingers along the cut and felt the jagged and torn edges of the material. I thought back and knew it hadn't been there last night. I was about to go back out and tell Tray when a shout and someone screaming makes me unlocked the tent as fast as I can, but I'm still the last person to get to the woodpile.
Tray is sitting on the ground with a red towel wrapped around his foot. After a minute I realize the towel isn't red, but instead, covered in blood. Hot and cold run down my body and I can't tell if I am shaking or if someone is shaking me. An ax lay beside the tree trunk that we use to chop the wood into smaller pieces also has blood on. Bile moves up into my throat and fight not to throw up. Jeremy was close to Tray putting pressure on the wound and Tony was on a cell phone talking to someone.
"They can't come down here, man. We're going to have to carry him to the parking lot so the ambulance can even get to him."
Tray pulls Jeremy closer and whispers something that makes Jeremy look straight at me. But before I can do anything, Tony and another guy I don't recognize, grab Tray by the arms and haul him up. The girl with him grabs more towels and a couple of shirts while Trish goes up ahead saying she is going to wave the ambulance down. I don't even have time to tell him goodbye, or help him or anything before they're all gone and all that is left is the blood on the ground.
I realize that the only two people who are left with me are Leon and Jeremy. I fully expect Jeremy to leave so he can find out about his friend but he heads straight for me, taking me by the arm and moving us back to the tents. I'm still shaking and cold. I have goose bumps running up and down my bare arms and legs and I'm trying to get a grip on the shaking so I don't come apart.
"Go to your tent and use the lock. Stay inside until we find out something about Tray. If I have to leave or something you'll be going with me." He looks into my eyes and I fall into their aquamarine depths. His eyes are so blue they seem to glow.
I am back at my tent before I remember what I was going to tell Tray before he was hurt.
"Um, my tent, um," he stands up from his place by the ashes of the fire; he had been cleaning his hands off with a pot and bottled water.
"What?" I hesitate for a moment too long. "Spit it out, what's up with your tent?"
I point but nothing comes out. I don't know how to tell him that I think someone cut it and that I don't know what to do about it. It all sounds silly and stupid when I say it. I am about to just go in anyway and deal with it myself when a hand reaches out and grabs my wrist.
His hand is huge against my wrist, like a shackle of bone and blood. I catch my breath and find the courage to look up at him. When I do, I wish I hadn't. Even though he is quiet he has an intensity about him that leaves me weak kneed.
"Tell me what is wrong with your tent." When he speaks I want to tell him whatever he wants. It's almost instinctual to want to please him.
"It has a huge tear in it." It sounds even stupider when I say it out loud. But the look Jeremy gets on his face has me taking a step back only to be stopped by the hold he still has on me.
"Show me," his voice is low and deadly when he says it and I know I have to do what he tells me. It's not a game and he's not laughing it off.
I duck inside and hope that the shorts I put on after hiking don't ride up too far because he isn't far behind me. He has to duck a lot and that leaves my ass in his face. I keep my mind on the rip and when we are both inside I show him. I wait for him to tell me I'm stupid or thoughtless for thinking it was something to worry about. I wonder if I should tell him about Leon but my sister's laughter when I told her keeps my mouth shut. I don't want Jeremy to laugh at me or think I'm silly.
He still has my wrist in his hand so when he moves to
take closer look I have no choice but to go with him. Both of us bend down to stare at it, his eyes narrowing. He straightens and looks at me and I wait to be told I was the one who accidentally tore it with something.
"Get what you need for tonight. You're not sleeping in this tent."
I start shoving clothes back in my bag without thinking when I stop myself and look up at him. "Where am I going to sleep?"
I think I could sleep in Tray's tent until he gets back. But Jeremy shuts me down before I even get half of the sentence out.
"You can't stay in Tray's tent. I can't hear you as good from over there and someone deliberately cut the side of your tent. Do you really think it's going to be safe sleeping by yourself with no one else around all night long?"
I shake my head and go back to shoving my stuff into my bags again. I'm going so fast that half of my clothes are hanging out and the books won't fit as neatly as they did before. Somehow I get everything moved to Jeremy’s tent and try not to jump when the zipper closes the rest of the world out.
"What did Tray say to you when he pulled you closer just before he was carried away?"
He moves to one side of the tent and starts to pick up and rearrange things so I have one side all to myself. He waits to answer me for so long I begin to think he's not going to tell me.
"He told me not to worry about him and not to leave you alone. Told me to take care of you and to not let Leon around you."
I nod. What else can I do really? Tray is a sweetheart and he knew I was having trouble at my sister's. I had just told him on the hike that Leon makes me feel gross and dirty just being in the same room with him.
Night falls but no one makes a fire and the only light is the little lantern in Jeremy's tent. When we got settled into our spots, Jeremy went back out to finish washing his hands. In a couple of minutes he was back in the tent with me changing his shirt. I tried not to look at all that bronze skin but I couldn't help realizing that he has muscles in his back that are so well defined they ripple when he pulls his t-shirt down. I feel like a perv for staring but it can't really be helped when you are sharing a tent. I turn back still making my sleeping bag comfy when Jeremy's hand lands on my wrist again and I stop what I’m doing.
"You have dried blood on your arm and wrist." He holds out the wet clothe so I can wipe it off.
I look and everywhere Jeremy touched me is a stain I hadn't realized was there. I want to be brave and just wash it off and be done, but the thought that this was inside my friend's body not hours ago makes my hands not want to cooperate with my mind. We haven't heard anything from him and I can tell Jeremy is worried as much or more than I am.
He takes the rag he was using and starts running it over the skin of my upper arm. I shiver and I can't tell if it's from the fact Tray's blood is on me or if it's Jeremy's fingers wrapped around me. The towel moves down to my wrist. I should take it away from him and do it myself but I just stand there and let him clean me. I haven’t had anybody take care of me in a long time. Maybe ever.
"Anymore?" his voice is gruff and low and I can’t find mine so I shake my head no and we step apart. He goes back to his side of the tent and I continue building my side up so I can stay up and read.
As the afternoon turns into dusk, I haven't seen or heard anything from Leon's tent and I don't want to. It's gotten a little cooler but I’m still thankful I'm in shorts and a tank top. Me and Jeremy seem to have fallen into a pattern of reading quietly together until his cell goes off to let us know how Tray is. He even sends us pictures of his foot and how they had to sew it back together.
I have to look away because if I stare at them for too long my belly starts to roll and that weird unsettling feeling washes over me, the one I have when I will never get the image out of my head. He even calls telling us they will be keeping him overnight but that he hopes to get out first thing tomorrow morning. I will feel so much better when both of my guardians are back and I have someone I can trust back at my side. Not that I don't trust Jeremy. I do. I just don't want to put my troubles out there for him to have to shift through. He's on vacation for God's sake.
Eventually the sleepless nights start to catch up to me and I find myself jerking awake or that I have highlighted a word or phrase on my reader. I look over at Jeremy lying down in his sleeping bag with his phone lit up. I don't want to be the reason he isn't getting any sleep so I ask to cut the light off and find a comfortable place for myself in my own sleeping bag.
I push the reader behind me and turn to look at the man I am staying with for the night. He's put his phone away and is looking at me. I think about zipping my sleeping bag up but it is too hot for that.
"You know what this weekend is right?" it’s an odd thing to ask.
"A vacation," I have no idea where he is going with this so I will keep my answers as brief as possible.
"Why do you think you were never invited to anything your sister or Tony did? Do you not think it’s odd that you are here now?"
I try not to think too hard about what motivates my sister or her friends. I shake my head and don't offer him a verbal response.
"You just turned eighteen, right?" I shake my head again. "You just became legal."
"Legal for what?" I really want to know what he means but at the same time, that sick feeling in my stomach is back trying to warn me I won't like where this is going.
"It means people can have sex with you and not be charged with fucking a kid."
I gasp and my mind is churning with what he's said. Surely to goodness my own sister wouldn't invite me to something sexual and not tell me or give me a heads up but then I remember her last conversation with me.
"It means that when everyone starts having sex at the party they plan to throw tomorrow night, you won't get anyone in trouble because they've fucked an underage girl. Do you even know how messed up your sister and Tony are?"
I hold back what I want to say and think that maybe he's just trying to scare me. "You're here, so you and Tray have to be pretty messed up too."
"We are," I shoot up but before I can stand he's sitting up too. I scootch back to sit as far away from him as possible. "Before you go running, screaming through the night, just hold on for a second."
He moves just a little closer to the center line, his eyes glowing in the dark. Both of us are whispering because we don't want to be overheard by Leon.
"They brought you here because you're a virgin and Leon likes to play with virgins. Me and Tray, we are not okay with that. We'll keep you safe. But you should know that everyone here is into some pretty kinky shit and that includes me and Tray."
"Like what?" I shouldn't ask but I can't help myself. My body feels funny and I am so glad it is dark in this tent because I don't want him to see how my nipples are peaked thinking about kinky stuff with him.
"Do you know anything about BDSM? I don't mean the mainstream stuff; I mean do you know what it means to be a Dominate or a submissive?" I shake my head. I sometimes read stuff that might be like that but I don't want to sound stupid to him either.
"Dominate means I like to be in control. It means I'll go looking for someone who I can control, a submissive. Tray is a Dominate too."
I let what he says sink into my brain. "Do you and he ever share a... submissive?" I listened to what the others said about me wanting two and I don't really know Tray well enough to say that he wasn't lulling me into a false sense of security so he and Jeremy could share me. "Were you two going to share me?"
"Me and Tray have shared girls before, yes. I have no intention of sharing you."
I try to take that in. I can't read his voice so I'm not sure if he means he doesn't want to share with Tray this time or if he'll let Tray have me all to himself.
"I don't understand. Tray is going to try to..."
"No, to Tray you are the closest thing he has to a sister. I think the thought of sex with you would make him physically sick."
I wait for him to tell me he feels the same way or tha
t I'm just not his type. Silence is my only answer.
"Are you going to let Leon and the others hurt me?"
"No, I told you I have no intention of sharing. You'll be safe. Now go to sleep. Tomorrow they plan to have more people come and it will be hard to sleep with everyone making so much noise outside."
I try to sleep but my mind is racing now and I really wish I had a library to go to so I could Google some things. Are they going to have sex in the tents or outside where anyone can look at them? Are they going to have orgies? My mind supplies me with every Roman story and myth I can remember about all out orgy parties. What the hell did I get myself into?
"Do you hurt people?"
"When they ask me too."
